#classic-rock-things

Hello people,

So, some new submissions have been added to our CRP page and are waiting for your guys' suggestions! Please go and tell (through here) us who you think these lovely people belong to!

Also, some ships have been put into the queue...so, yeah!

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Who would be whyarentiagroupie’s classic rock parents?

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Suggestions so far:

Joan Baez

A/N: Wow okay so this is my first time writing smut so idk lemme know what you think. Also it got a lot longer than I thought it would??

Imagine being in a secret relationship with old man Mick Jagger. The two of you had agreed to keep the relationship as low-key as possible to avoid the firestorm that was sure to ensue if the press ever found out. Not even the other Stones knew you two were together. 

Because of this, you couldn’t meet Mick backstage after the final concert of their tour. You hadn’t seen him in months, but since it would only be a few hours more, you figured you could deal with it. So, he’d agreed to meet you at a nearby hotel as soon as it was over, which was usually around one in the morning. You checked in at thirty past midnight, and spent the time that you were waiting for him doing you hair, applying your makeup, and slipping into the black ace lingerie you’d bought just for tonight. 

One thirty rolled around, and Mick still wasn’t there. You flopped onto the sofa and clicked through the channels, trying to find something to distract you. Traffic’s probably just bad, you thought to yourself. Mick should be here any minute, just hold on a bit longer. But soon it was two, than two thirty, and you simply couldn’t stay awake. At three AM, you were fast asleep as an old black-and-white movie flashed on the TV. 

At around three forty-five, you were startled awake by a warm pair of lips on your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open, and you grinned softly at the figure standing beside the bed. 

“Mick,” you murmured, still drowsy from sleep.

“Hello, love,” he whispered as he began to pull off his clothes. “Sorry. There was an after party to celebrate the end of the tour. The guys wouldn’t let me leave.” When he was down to just his boxers, he switched off the TV and crawled onto the bed next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“S’okay.” You turned over so that your chest pressed into his, and you wound your arms around his neck, kissing along his jawline. “I’ve missed you.” Your lips found their way to his,  and his tongue was soon pressing into yours, the kiss becoming more and more heated. He cupped a hand to your cheek, pulling you closer to him. 

“How much?” he breathed between kisses. His hand slowly traced down your neck, to your shoulders, and down your bare arms, finally cupping around your breast. He kneaded it aggressively, making you whimper.

“So, so much.” You could feel his hardening length pressing into your inner thigh, so you hitched a leg up around his hip and ground against it. Mick moaned, and as your swollen lips continued to crash together, he slipped a hand under your back, swiftly unclasping your bra. He tossed it to the side, his eyes darkening at the sight of your bare chest. He broke the kiss to lean down and suck at your pebbled nipple, alternating between nibbling at it and flicking it with his tongue. 

“Oh, god,” you moaned, tangling your fingers into his hair, pressing his mouth closer against your chest. “Mick, please, I need you inside of me.”

“As you wish, love,” he smiled against your skin. He sat up, and quickly slid off his boxers, revealing his hard and leaking length. It looked almost painful, so swollen and red with the veins pressing out against the skin; it was practically begging to be touched. The sight  of it sent a wave of heat through your veins. He pumped a hand up and down its shaft as you eagerly wiggled out of your panties. When the two of you were completely naked, he kneeled down, positioning himself in front of your dripping entrance. 

“Ready, Y/N?” he breathed into your neck. You nodded quickly, and with that, he thrust into you, hard. You whimpered, and pressed your face into the crook of his shoulder to muffle your cries. At first, his thrusts were almost painful, after not having been stretched to his size in so many months. But it soon turned to pure pleasure and you were writhing under his warm body, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his nails digging into your hips as he sped up his pace. A steady stream of curses streamed from his mouth, and you had to bite into his skin to keep from screaming.

“Mick…” as you could feel your self slowly approaching your climax, you knotted your fingers into his hair and pressed your forehead against his. “Mick, I’m gonna come.”

“Do it. Come for me.” He slipped a finger between your sweaty bodies and rubbed at your mound. You groaned, toes curling, unable to handle so much stimulation. “Come. Scream my name, Y/N.”

At that moment, you reached your peak, and you did as you were told. You pressed your face back into his shoulder and screamed his name bloody murder, but it did little to muffle the sound. Your cries caused him to reach his peak, pounding into you a few final times before releasing himself deep inside you. 

For anyone wondering, I'll explain it fully here!

It's a project that we started to see what classic rockers (and cool people from the times of classic rock prime) people look like! People will submit their photos to classic-rock-things and I'll (or admin R) post it with a link to our ask page where others can give their suggestions. For example, if you submitted your picture, I would post it and someone would message me and say, y'know, "I think they look like they could be the child of George Harrison and Joan Baez (random)." I'd take that and post it with that persons picture under suggestions.

And I'm thinking by the end of the month, Admin R and I can pick a person each...the one's we think look most like the people selected, and you guys can vote on the top one! And we could have that for each month! I think it'd be a cool idea! 

♕ CLASSIC ROCKER PARENTS ♕

Who would be the-mcneal-perspective's classic rock parents? 

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Suggestions:

George Harrison & Cher

Suggestions made after voting began:

Who would be im-your-wicked-uncle-moonie's classic rock parents? 

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I’m thinking one of the Boyd sisters and someone else?

Suggestions:

Who would be mrsdavyjones's classic rock parents? 

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Suggestions:

Sandy West & Mike Nesmith

Okay, I've answered most ships now. Our inbox is empty!

School is ending for me soon, so I'll have a little more time for you guys! I feel horrible for being so inactive -- these last few weeks have been quite busy, and I haven't had the phraseology or the energy, really, to answer the ships, but it's all cleaned out and ready for your messages!

I hope you've all been doing well!